On the verge of ecstacy i came upon the daffodils
an enticement on that pure ocassion, a world of enjoyment
on untrodden minds it crept upon, creativity, to bring joy
the honesty of relationship, daffodils to a human, the art of worship
red, white and yellow on that green assemblage, the good word
the color of light it gives, a compare of attitude on man
a compliment to each for being beautiful, roses are red and violets are blue
an incarnation in future, to be with the flower, as they wither being the best
daffodils everywhere to that aura grown,
a promise the daffodils give, a promise of god, a promise to live.

PRIYANKA BHANDARKAR

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